The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: The Door She Didn’t Want to Open

Selene’s POV

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More giggles followed from the table behind me.

I didn’t answer.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, stood up slowly, and carried my tray toward the washing counter.

"Aw, come on," the other one cooed, following behind. "Don’t be so cold. We just wanted to know how it felt—being dragged like that in front of everyone. Or is the new slave mark too sore to talk about?"

I paused. My hand tightened around the tray, the metal groaning faintly under my grip. I turned with a calm gaze.

"You should go back to your table," I said softly, my voice was low and steady.

She blinked, clearly not expecting a response.

"Oh? And if I don’t?"

I took a slow step forward.

"I don’t bite unless you try to rip my skin first," I said quietly. "But if you do... I won’t stop at a warning."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

"Don’t—don’t think you’re special just because Alpha Luca didn’t punish you," she said with a sneer.

"Lana! the head maid is still unconscious, you know...right?" someone shouted from the kitchen door.

The girl went pale.

face in a second, and her lips parted in panic. She looked around as if realizing

my head slightly and offered her a simple smile—one that quietly agreed

now. And next time,

over her shoulder. Her

left traces. Even in those trying

to the sink, washed my tray in silence, and left

now, I am not easy to mess. And the more they tried to test

from there and headed to report my new head maid,as she had asked

new head maid, hands folded, gaze low but alert. Mariam didn’t waste time. She handed me a dusting cloth, a pale blue apron, and a soft-bristled broom. There was no cruel smirk on her

clean the private chambers of

froze

The private chambers.

Sacred territory where only trusted staff were ever permitted to step. A place the rest of the servants only whispered to visit

to protest—just to ask, to understand—but the question died before it reached my

Her commands were stern but fair. She didn’t watch me with hatred. If anything, she barely looked at me at all. Maybe she didn’t even know who gave the

tightened. I swallowed hard and

corridors of the estate, I passed a group of omega maids gathered near the central garden. Their voices were low at first—then one of them

The heir to the throne

mean

early to personally attend and stay in the estate until

a glimpse of him.

sharp

The heir to the

lungs in a painful rush. My fingers curled tightly around the broomstick until my knuckles

drained

now. Not here. Not in front

noticed my presence just as quickly. Their excited expressions twisted into something uglier when they spotted the fresh uniform I wore. Their eyes dragged across the fabric with unmistakable jealousy. I didn’t understand why. The clothes